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There is ice on the ground, ice in the trees, and tiny droplets of ice on the chain link fences, shimmering. Highland Park has been transformed. It's beautiful.

And it's time to leave. We are sorry to go, but today we get back on a plane to go back to Sacramento. All these traveling days leave me full of ideas but left with very little time to write. These visiting days have given me photos, but very little time to edit. I am a little bit discombobulated. Where do I live, again? Where is home?